Luyện nghe bài hát Panhandlin' Prince

Sittin' on a park bench baby
Not much to do
cigarettes and drink my Mickey's
Fine malt liquor
As I start drinkin' and I thinkin'
death is on my side
If my heart stopped beatin', the street kept
suicide... that's right !
I grew up in the inner
A part of this town
just another backwoods victim
Society to put down
You can me a boozer, or call me a loser
It really doesn't to me
I got a bench for snoozin', some to keep boozin'
all I need
I keep it comin', don't know why
I'm do it 'til the day I die !
Consider me the duke as I dine in your
Unsanitary
Baron of the the panhandlin' master
Well, I'm pullin' twenty G's a
I it ain't much but at least I'm in touch, yeah
With
I wouldn't trade no places to be in rat
No !
I keep it comin', sometimes don't why
I'm do it 'til the day I die !
Yo, Mr. Trump, can I ask you a
You got spare change for me sucker ?
'Cause I'm down and out and ain't no doubt
I am her to stay
Yeah you see me lyin' with my
In the gutter with my bag in hand
Yeah the streets are cold but at
There's and that's all I need
You'll away my peace of mind
You'll me there to rot and die
But look again, my frind
The world you live is a lie
It's a give and take, the the fake
The more the apin, the you lose
So your life, don't take no sides
N' the day and rink your booze !